Tamara’s Choice was a story originally published in abbreviated novella form as a part of the multi-author boxed set, Undercover Hero. Though I was happy with it, I did have quite a few scenes I’d needed to cut due to word count limitations. This full-length version nearly triples the word count from 18,000 words to more than 52,000.

Though it’s (as usual) taken longer to publish than I’d planned, I think the wait will prove to be worth it. Keep reading after the the book details for a new (and seriously hot) excerpt from one of those new scenes:)

She would surrender her body, but never her heart. Until the day she met him…

For Tamara, the Farm was a prison — and a refuge. There, she could be who she was deep inside: an owned, treasured — if strictly disciplined — plaything. As an intern at The Farm she didn’t need to think, she only needed to feel. And obey any male who demanded access to her stunning body. For a submissive female, life at the Farm was a shocking realization of a lurid, forbidden dream — or the embodiment of her darkest, most twisted desires.

Assigned to infiltrate the shadowy Dominion Trust, Eldon, a tough and resourceful vice cop on deep cover, knew his assignment to the Farm might be his last. Vice — and being a cop — had drained him, made him cynical, sapped his very soul.

And closed off his heart to any hope at happiness.

He’d make one last bust, the biggest of his career, then hang it up. That was the plan… until he met those luminous liquid eyes, that curvy, impossibly beautiful body setting fire to his blood. The bewitching woman that stirred a deep, protective possessiveness in him he thought had died long ago.

Completing his mission, getting that bust, and giving it all up was never going to be that simple. The mysterious, immense and powerful Dominion Trust was being shaken to its very foundations, and Eldon was not the only man seeking to possess the magnetic Tamara.

What was he prepared to do, to put her where she truly belonged — kneeling bared and trembling at his feet, his collar around her throat, her will, her heart, her soul conquered, and bound to him?

To rescue the beautiful inmate Tamara and save her from her sentence of subjugation at the hands of the Dominion Trust, he must save something else first.

Himself.

Publisher’s Warning: The book is intended for mature audiences. 18 and over only!

This novel contains the following themes or activities: pervasive MF and MFM D/s, intense and explicit sex, spanking, anal play, humiliation, objectification, dehumanization, exhibitionism, and other acts of (very) unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book.

Availability

The book is currently available through this website (hint, hint) and at all major e-book retailers. However, within a day or two, the book will be taken down from non-Amazon retailers (sigh, I know, I know…) in preparation for the book being enrolled in Kindle Unlimited (KU).

The title will have only one 90 day term in KU, then it will return wide to all major e-book retailers.

Excerpt

The woman’s husband, crouched at one side, gazing at the female imprisoned within the little cage, his gray-streaked black hair almost gleaming in the warm light. His practically naked wife — a lovely woman named Evie — was on her knees within the confines of the enclosure, her knuckles pale as her hands feverishly gripped the bars. A thick, black leather collar was fitted snugly about the woman’s neck, the polished jet color fetching against the creamy alabaster upper curves of her generous breasts.

She’d pressed her body to the cruel steel, her soft, buoyant breasts protruding from between the unforgiving planes of metal. Her husband, as he was wont to do, was worrying the tips of her breasts with a thick leather paddle, the one he often favored when bringing her down here.

“What… what’s going on?”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I said, hugging myself still closer, letting the hard muscles of Eldon’s thigh ease between my legs as I cleaved my body to his, both of us watching the tableau before us. “Her husband likes to make her come down here — we call it the Service Pens — anytime she’s not at the cups or otherwise occupied. He says it keeps her humble, to be made to serve like this.”

“I don’t… oh damn.” The hard muscle of Eldon’s thick leg trembled against me. I longed to stroke a hand up that powerful length, but I didn’t dare. Not yet.

The gleaming between the woman’s naked thighs caught the light as she shifted a bit in response to her husband’s paddle snapping against one of her swollen, pink nipples. As always, she was deeply aroused, even as her cheeks burned a deep scarlet at her predicament.

Walcott reached inside the bars, his touch familiar, almost proprietary, as he smoothed a lock of hair back from the woman’s brow, his massive hand holding her tightly by the back of her collar as he made her kiss the tips of his fingers. The hulking man murmured to her as she did it, Evie’s blush growing darker still as her eyes closed tight.

“Would you like to take her out?” Her husband drawled, his eyes glittering as he looked upon his wife. The tip of the paddle prodded at Evie’s very swollen nipples. “She’s obviously eager.”

“No, thank you, sir,” Walcott’s pleasingly smooth voice replied. “I… like her in there just fine.”

The Ranger laid a palm the size of a dinner plate against the woman’s face, and she shuddered, her nipples growing harder still as she pressed more reverent kisses to his rough knuckles, the tip of her glistening pink tongue licking out to trace the thick network of veins along his tanned, powerful hand.

“Be a good girl now,” Walcott rumbled, dropping to a knee next to the woman’s husband, peering into the cage.

Evie pressed still tighter to the enclosure, plump, well-bitten carmine lips presented from between the bars, her delicate chin quivering ever so slightly.

Walcott wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her firmly, squeezing a little as he kissed her, taking his time, the flash of his questing tongue just visible between their lips as he drank deep of her surrender.

At length, he let her go, Evie resting back on her haunches again, her round breasts heaving, her bright teeth worrying her lip as her liquid eyes locked upon the imposing guard. There was a lustful, almost starstruck adoration in Evie’s gaze that even a man like Eldon couldn’t help but see.

Walcott rose to his feet, a rather large bulge quite visible at the front of his jeans. “Mmm, she is a good girl. Thank you for bringing her down tonight.” He shook the hand of Evie’s husband.

“Anytime.” Her husband tipped his head toward his imprisoned wife. “If you change your mind about taking her out, just let me know.”

My God,” Eldon whispered.

I wrapped an arm around his taut belly from behind, squeezing tightly to him now. It was a risk, but the raw sexuality of the scene — as I suspected — made it impossible for me not to touch him.

I said a little prayer of thanks as, despite the obvious tension in Eldon’s long, lean body, rather than rebuffing my boldness, his strong hand laid atop mine, clutching it firmly in a way that made me sigh against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“You… feel so good,” I said, pressing a kiss to the hard plane of his back.

About Trent Evans

A USA Today bestseller, Trent Evans specializes in several flavors of BDSM erotic romance and erotica. Putting pen to paper since he was a wee lad, he decided to try to share some of the tales cooked up in his fevered imagination. Some readers might not be horrified. He tries to write stories that appeal to both women and men (wow, threading the needle), but will follow wherever the story takes him.

A long-time resident of the Pacific Northwest, the author believes that the high percentage of authors in the region (compared to the nation as a whole) is chiefly due to the fact that it’s so damned wet and miserable all the time there. They tend to use their long hours cooped up inside spinning yarns that depict things they’ll never see or experience – such as sunshine.

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